Remember, remember the sixth of December
And put your red boots
out
Because that is the
very special day
When St Nicholas is
about
Remember, remember the sixth of December
And put your red boots
out
Because that is the
very special day
When St Nicholas is
about
The good husband and his wife
Are happy partners in
their life
Content in each
other’s company
They live their life
quite humbly
Yet come the time of
advent
All time and effort is
then spent
In the seasonal
preparations
Of the coming
celebrations
Where the good couple
dwelt
Festive odours could
be smelt
As special victuals
quietly matured
As they cooked and
baked and cured
This went on till
advent passed
And they had cooked
their last
Then the boxes were
well packed
To ensure that no one
lacked
The boxes were then
sent on their way
To be delivered for
Christmas day
To the poor and needy
of the town
To those that society
had let down
But not all was sent
on its way
There was plenty kept
for Christmas day
When friends and
neighbours all
Were invited to the
little church hall
Where on that
Christmas day
Their bounty was on
display
Biscuits, bread, and
well filled pies
Cakes and sweets of
varying size
Roasted meats, fowl
and game
Fruits and nuts of
every name
And a good time was
had by all
At the happy feast at
the church hall
The good husband and
his wife
The happy partners in each
other’s life
Content in each
other’s company
Sat in the corner
quite humbly
Spectators at the
feast of their making
Quietly satisfied with
their undertaking
Content with their preparations
And happy with the
Christmas celebrations
We are the carol singers
Who sing carols as we
go
We sing in any weather
In rain or wind or
snow
At every house or
cottage
That stands upon the
lane
We proudly sing a
carol
In snow or wind or
rain
We are the carol
singers
We never feel
chagrined
As we proudly sing
together
In snow or rain or
wind
We shake the tin for
charity
Singing carols as we
go
We are the carol
singers
In rain or wind or
snow
With open arms I welcome Christmas
I embrace its merriment
and mirth
With open heart I
welcome Christmas
To celebrate the
Christ Childs birth
The shepherds rested in the firelight
When they were woken
on a still clear night
By heavens choir
hastening them
To go forth unto
Bethlehem
The heavenly choir
Sang of Gods desire
To give the world his
son
His one and only one
The choir continued to
sing
And announced the
birth of a king
Imbolc, on February 1st
Is one of the four
Gaelic seasonal
festivals
Imbolc marks
The beginning of
spring
And the end winter.
Celebrated with
feasting,
The making of
Brighid's crosses,
The holy wells are
visited,
And divination begins
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